<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23936777</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:16:01.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>him.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moniquedenee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23936777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moniquedenee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>elf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23936777.post-114885033141324444</id><published>2006-05-28T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T14:05:31.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right now i really wanna just take somethign and go to sleep you have no idea how much im hating everything right now life, them, everyone.. and i really miss jeremy i havent seen him all weekend and ugh i dont know.. im just down.. and i feel like not being here anymore.. i knida feel like once again i dont matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23936777-114885033141324444?l=moniquedenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moniquedenee.blogspot.com/feeds/114885033141324444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23936777&amp;postID=114885033141324444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23936777/posts/default/114885033141324444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23936777/posts/default/114885033141324444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moniquedenee.blogspot.com/2006/05/right-now-i-really-wanna-just-take.html' title=''/><author><name>elf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23936777.post-114661339664018680</id><published>2006-05-02T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:43:16.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im really starting to hate this</title><content type='html'>hwy cnat i just not let it bother me... why cant i be normal? i just wanna not think abotu it or anything but i cant i dont know whats worng with me im going to ruin him and me.. and maybe thats what i want? but i know i dont.. cus when i think about losing him i lose it.. but the way im acting is as if i want to lose him and i dont and my actions do make sense. and im so confused.and last night i reallly considered doing something i havetn done in the longest time. but i really considered it i was so upset i dont want to go back to that person. and i think thats where im headed.. and im scared. i cant tell anyone cus they would think im nuts and wouldnt understand how it is. he thinks hes not good enough for me i think hes to good and im just gonna hold him back in life we end up together and its probably true i think i need meds. im usually always depressed and i dont want to be i just cant stop it. i feel like crying all the time and i consider thigns normal people wouldnt.. im obsessive to an extreme and most of the time i wouldnt care if i died. and that scares me becus i dont want to die but when i feeel like that it seems like i wouldnt care and maybe i wouldnt at the moment in time and it scares me to know that i wouldnt care. if that makes any sense.. nothing makes sense anymore. i give up byy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23936777-114661339664018680?l=moniquedenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moniquedenee.blogspot.com/feeds/114661339664018680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23936777&amp;postID=114661339664018680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23936777/posts/default/114661339664018680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23936777/posts/default/114661339664018680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moniquedenee.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-really-starting-to-hate-this.html' title='im really starting to hate this'/><author><name>elf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23936777.post-114627288023935142</id><published>2006-04-28T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T18:08:00.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed and out</title><content type='html'>man i just hate this crap why cant i just be one of them normal kids even the geeks have morefun than i do and are allowed to do more than i am. its like wtf?i just dont get and ugh just it makes me hate my life i just wanna have some freedom and have fun. No of course not.. moniques like wasnt fucked up enough with everythign lets suffcate her while were at it.. and  like it makes me feel bad becus jeremy like should out be having fun with some girl and im not that girl thats ever gonna be out there having fun with him. and i dont know it just upsets me i want so bad to just have fun be stupid. and like just be a kid. my parents bitch and complain how they never got to be a kid cus they had kids yet it liek im the kid yet im still not having fun and i didnt have any kids.. it just fucking sucks and it just makes me have such a negitive out look on life becus it just like not i do is ever good enough and im being sufficated and thats exactly how i feel. its just fucking stupid i mean i think jeremy works alot on the weekends cus he knows im not gonna be able to do anything so he just takes the hours. and thats not how it should be.. it should be him not wanting to work during the weekend cus hes gonna go have fun with his girlfriend and just have fun.. but no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate everything about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im never going to be good enough for anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not good enough for jeremy obvivously hes still has to talk to other girls and shti and look at them cus im not good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything i do for my parents isnt ever good enough.. even if i try my hardest they still think its not good enough and i could do it better and thats not the case i try just it doesnt work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im so sick of this shit if i could and wouldnt regret it i would easily just take something go to sleep and never wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could survive. im capible of that i know. when i was younger i never "lived" somewhere we were always just staying i know how to survive when you dont have anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im not afraid of doing it for that. im scared becus if i get caught it would make my life even worse than it all ready is.&lt;br /&gt;its a challenge for me everytday just to live and it shouldnt be like that.&lt;br /&gt;i keep telling myself only 21 months blah blah blah.. but i just dont want to wait.&lt;br /&gt;ugh im just getting mad cus im thinking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23936777-114627288023935142?l=moniquedenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moniquedenee.blogspot.com/feeds/114627288023935142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23936777&amp;postID=114627288023935142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23936777/posts/default/114627288023935142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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serious or at elast i hope he does cus &lt;strong&gt;im not playing around&lt;/strong&gt; anymore. either its just me or no me and i think hes got the point.. and im so happy cus i feel like i dont have to worry abotu anythign anymore. were great and i love him so so so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23936777-114609051995049537?l=moniquedenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moniquedenee.blogspot.com/feeds/114609051995049537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23936777&amp;postID=114609051995049537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23936777/posts/default/114609051995049537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23936777.post-114549799517612255</id><published>2006-04-19T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T18:53:15.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my outlets</title><content type='html'>im just pissed off im not even gonna say why i just am and nobody would understand even if i had someone to tell and talk too...&lt;br /&gt;which I DONT have anyone to talk to about this.&lt;br /&gt;or at least neone who would understand whats going on in this head and what im feeling. i mean if i could tell someone i dont even know where i would start or where i was going with what i was saying. just i keep having these dreams and just its so messed up. why couldnt i just have a somewhat screwed up childhood not the one i had. i mean its not normal the things i think and the memories i have. why does just living have to be hard..it just hard being in my own head then dealing with the stresses and everything else that goes on everyday just in everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to live like this anymore.. i dont want these memories or just knowing everything that went on. i mean i wish i was one of them people whoc ould just block out bad thigns that happen. but i cant.life shouldnt be this hard. im serious it shouldnt.i let such little thing bother me that shouldnt.. i let life just go by never knowing how i manage to the next. i mess everything up i mean Darius and I arent even barely friends anymore. and thats my fault..why cant it just be easy anymore. well i guess it was never easy but i know its not getting ne easier to deal with if anything. id say harder. im so confused.. my head hurts.. i can say most likely ill be back tomorrow if im still feeling like this.... becus this is all i have to get owhats going on up there. and the crap i write in my book. thats about it. my outlets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23936777-114549799517612255?l=moniquedenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moniquedenee.blogspot.com/feeds/114549799517612255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23936777&amp;postID=114549799517612255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23936777/posts/default/114549799517612255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23936777/posts/default/114549799517612255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moniquedenee.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-outlets.html' title='my outlets'/><author><name>elf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23936777.post-114478803957979215</id><published>2006-04-11T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T13:40:39.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>why cant i just let things go.. i dont know maybe cus id ont feeel like i really know eveyrhting and he wont just tell me the truth... when i asked him why he told aaron he went over there but told me he didnt he just got pissed and never even answered me.. and i mean am i never gonna be able to get ver this untill i know.. im never going to know the truth.. so im screwed yet again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23936777-114478803957979215?l=moniquedenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23936777.post-114470053234161149</id><published>2006-04-10T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T13:22:12.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reasons why im confused</title><content type='html'>ok so much shit has happened and i dont have neone to talk to..&lt;br /&gt;jeremy verytime i try to ask him sumthing about it hes like here we go again.. and im not wanting to start anythign again. just i never found out when it wasnt settled and i still wanna know. i dont understand it im so confused.. i guess  he went to saras.. and i mean i dont know he told me that he did then he said he was lying to me to get me to break up with him and blah blah blah and then i talked to aaron and he told aaron he went to her house. and so like how am i suppose to believe him when hes tellign everyone else that he did but not me? and sara swears up and down he did and she didnt want him to come over. and how i see it. is that he did go over there but he was wonted. and im so fucking sick of having to deal with them.. dont they get that everytime this shit goes on.. it makes me feel like a complete idiot and just hurts my feelings and makes me feel like im never gonna be good enough for him to just forget her and get over it? i mean i dont undertsand. i mean its to the point yes i love him but im not going to keep dealing with this. i mean i think if it happens again as much as its gonna hurt me to do it.. im going to have to break things off. and not on a "break" like break up for good. if they havent gotten over each other by now.. im not going to be able to wait until they do. they broke up like a year and half ago.. i mean common. me and sam broke up like 10 days before me and jeremy got toegterh adn i mean i know i wasnt completely over it.. but i mean a months or 2 i was completely over it.. and me and sam were way closer than him and sara. i mean me and Sam went threw way more than they did together.. and i just dont get it.. if they still want each other dont being peopel into it. like me and aaron. and i mean i know jeremy says he wants me but part of me thinks they still want each other just they know they cant work together so they are trying to just find someone who will deal with it.. and im not going to deal with it anymore. im sick of being paranoid abotu him talking to people online on his phone in general talking to other girls.. i was never like this.. until him.. and i mean hes given me reason not to trust him he'll even tell you that himslef.. but its like. i love him.. but i want to trust him and everything i start feeling like i do sumthign else pops up and im so sick of sumthing popping up.. i just want a relationship with him not a soap opera.  im stressed all the time. and he keeps bringing up this break shit.. well breaks dont work for me i dont go on breaks either your with me or your not. theres no in between with me. and im sorry if that sucks but thats how it is.. i cant deal with breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just i dont know. i love him.. and i want forever with him. but i cant have forever with no trust and right now i dont trust him.. and it makes me mad at myself that i cant trust him.. but its not my fault.. and im mad at myself becus i want it so bad with him but he just cant have me trust him becus he always does sumthing. im just so confused and darius wont talk to me about him anymore. and i dont have neone except jeremy and darius.. becus i ruin all friendships and no ones likes me.. my own parents dont. im just not the type of person that is suppose to be happy i guess cus everything that makes me happy always gets messed up and falls apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23936777-114470053234161149?l=moniquedenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23936777.post-114322050179300894</id><published>2006-03-24T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T09:15:01.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn</title><content type='html'>i cant fuking just be happy with anything.im so happy with jeremy.. but of course i have to be stupid and fuck that up.im so sick of myself...&lt;br /&gt;Right now i would love to just fall asleep and not wake up until everything just works it self out and i can just be happy and not stupid. and stop doing stupid shit to piss him off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23936777-114322050179300894?l=moniquedenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moniquedenee.blogspot.com/feeds/114322050179300894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23936777&amp;postID=114322050179300894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23936777/posts/default/114322050179300894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23936777/posts/default/114322050179300894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moniquedenee.blogspot.com/2006/03/damn.html' title='damn'/><author><name>elf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23936777.post-114246483677038426</id><published>2006-03-15T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:20:36.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM fucking stupid</title><content type='html'>im so stupid. i dont know what the hell is up with me. like now. i dont kno&lt;br /&gt;im just being stupid and i dont wanna be stupid to him. im gonna fuck us up again. im so fucking stupid right now i wish i wasnt with him so i couldnt do this shit. i just wish i could just go to sleep and not wake up. i just hate myself right now.. and i already pissed him off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even kno why hes with me. All i am is a false hope&lt;br /&gt;all i know that is true is that right now.&lt;br /&gt;if i could pay for sumthing to make me change who i am right now i would pay anything not&lt;br /&gt;to be like this to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just cus i haet myself i shouldnt be taken it out on him.&lt;br /&gt;Just i cant stop and thats all i want to do&lt;br /&gt;hes gonna get sick of me i kno it.&lt;br /&gt;yet i cant stop&lt;br /&gt;and thats the last thing in the world that i want is to lose him yet.&lt;br /&gt;im not stopping. i dunno what the hell is wrong with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23936777-114246483677038426?l=moniquedenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moniquedenee.blogspot.com/feeds/114246483677038426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23936777&amp;postID=114246483677038426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23936777/posts/default/114246483677038426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23936777/posts/default/114246483677038426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moniquedenee.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-fucking-stupid.html' title='IM fucking stupid'/><author><name>elf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23936777.post-114229712426935683</id><published>2006-03-13T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T16:45:24.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me him</title><content type='html'>so me and him talked about stuff last night and yea. we're gonna be okay.. i deleted all my old stuff and started off all new and clear. im about to go to bed hes at work and im toast..shes being a total bitch and i dunno even why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23936777-114229712426935683?l=moniquedenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moniquedenee.blogspot.com/feeds/114229712426935683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23936777&amp;postID=114229712426935683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23936777/posts/default/114229712426935683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23936777/posts/default/114229712426935683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moniquedenee.blogspot.com/2006/03/me-him.html' title='me him'/><author><name>elf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23936777.post-114219671604578310</id><published>2006-03-12T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T12:51:56.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone and pissed him off</title><content type='html'>i dont what i did. i guesss hes mad cus i talked to Sara?. i dunno. i mean what did i do? and now he wont even tell me hes mad and i know he is. and god i mean so what maybe i just am tired of hating the girl. i mean i dunno. i was talking to her and like i actaully like her. i never thought id say that about her. but its the truth. like we have stuff in common.. and i just dont understand why hes mad.. i thought it wouldnt be a bad thing. i mean i didnt think itd be great cus were getting along but i didnt think hed be made about it? it doesnt make sense and now my stomach is up set and i need to puke.. cus im just upset.so thats it for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23936777-114219671604578310?l=moniquedenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moniquedenee.blogspot.com/feeds/114219671604578310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23936777&amp;postID=114219671604578310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23936777/posts/default/114219671604578310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23936777/posts/default/114219671604578310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moniquedenee.blogspot.com/2006/03/gone-and-pissed-him-off.html' title='gone and pissed him off'/><author><name>elf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
